Sunday, August 10, 2008

Warm summer days

Were it not for the muggy nights I'd be easily convinced that I'd overslept and it was mid-October. The garden's been looking like late summer for more than a month and the crocosmias and verbenas are looking tired.

This is actually an over-simplification: round our way the garden plants have been as confused as hell all year. I've had sweet williams flowering since January; July was the one month in the year I didn't have roses in bloom; my neighbour's garden looked splendid in April with a mixture of parrot tulips and spray chrysanthemums; all the magnolias are flowering for the third time; and my dad's been picking apples for a month.
waiting for a bus on the Pardendale Road
I used to not mind, or even quite like, rainy summer's days. I used to scoff at friends who became depressed at a cloudburst: "what are you doing in the damp bit of North-West Europe if you can't stand a bit of rain?"

Ah me. It must be an age thing. Splashing about in puddles doesn't have the appeal it used to.

6 comments:

Ellis Nadler said...

got 3lbs of blackberries last week...don't remember 'em being so early

Kevin Musgrove said...

Excellent stuff. Every cloud has a purple sticky lining.

having my cake said...

I have a poolful of teenage boys swimming in my back garden whilst the rain buckets down. Disliking rain in the summer is a very adult state of mind :)

The Dotterel said...

Urely rain is good for libraries, Kevin? (And what, pray, are they going to do next, Ms Cake?)

The Dotterel said...

That should read 'Surely', obviously. And refund propologies for using your blog to ask questions of Ms Cake.

Kevin Musgrove said...

No problem, Mr. d. I was wondering exactly the same thing.